Late night

Dreams and hopes are out on the roads, late night

Species of people politicist thrive and dead chauvinistic images are crowned, alight

Daughters and mothers sitting in cars and benches

It is dark, yet bright

The people, the cars, the city preen

Among flashing lights fluorescent, red, blue, green

People are going home, unclean

People are going out, unknown

Some in crowds, some alone

Some seem to understand this subtle, just out of grasp, just coming,

Just yet unjust ,sitting under yellow orbs

While policemen fat tall and corrupt negotiate with lovers

Bounded, yet sunflowers

Millions, play the road here

Millions, play the road there

Melodies on strings of their memories, Late night

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.